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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Nephilim – Evil Giants or Error of Human Translation?

There is very little written information about the Nephilim that exist and with most of it coming from a few minuscule verses in the bible, is it any wonder that humanity strives to find out who they really were, or in most cases make up their own crap about the Nephilim.Like I did in “ImmortalVoyage”

One of the problems I have is the information itself.The bible has been translated so many times its context cannot be relied on as fact.Even the name Nephil is open to translational debates, which leads us to question the validity of their description in the first place.

They are described as the offspring of sons of God and daughters of man.In other words, God had children that were not human....Man may have been made in his image, but according to this definition the human male is not a “Son of God”.Oh and wait...they were giants according to the translations.By this logic, shouldn’t Jesus have been a giant too?

Now let us step back for a moment and see how this all might have played out.A son of God walks into a bar, the cave sluts are all drinking whatever fermented in their goat stomach bags since yesterday, when one of them pipes in, “Hey, nice wings you got there.”And nine months later, she’s trying to push out a giant baby.Yeah...I’m confused too.

Scenario number two – The Nephilim are the sons of God, but still got jiggy with the daughters of man, so God made them leave, which to sounds a bit hypocritical to me, especially since the whole Jesus incident.

Is it just me or does anyone else see a problem with Nephilim as described in biblical text?What is your image of a Nephil (Wings, no wings, giants, demon...)?

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As a teen C.G. Powell was selected as a member of her school's newspaper staff. After her first article the editor decided the darkroom was a more suitable place for her skills…or lack of. Since then, she has traveled everywhere—thanks to her innate curiosity about the world and the Navy. In her life time, she has learned: aviation electronics, CCNA networking, Gemology and how to get bloodstains out of the carpet (you never know when you might need that). But her latest, all-consuming, endeavor is storytelling. When asked why, her response was "I live to challenge myself; I like to be pushed outside of my comfort zone and writing is one of those things that pushes my boundaries. Besides it was the only way to share all of the crap bouncing around in my head!"
C.G. Powell lives in Virginia with her husband and children. When she is not writing, you might find her watching hot guys jog past her front window, ordering the cabana boy to fix her another drink or abusing the local authorities…but that’s just hearsay.